Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings & Scott H. Biram
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Mama can't you see what's my reality?
Somebody always gotta push me around
There ain't nothing that the teachers ever gonna teach me
All just wanna break me down
If you can see what's inside of me
You will understand well I got to be free
Mama, its just my medicine
Oh mama, its just my medicine
It's up on mine I can't be who I wanna be
Oh I can't even fly with you best
All this wind, it won't hit me
My boss just wanna speak me
Mama, can you hear my word?
In my room with my baby watch
I can [?] both chain nowhere touch
So mama, its just my medicine
Oh mama, its just my medicine
Yeah yeah
Oh mama, its just my medicine
Oh mama, its just my medicine
Yeah yeah
Oh mama!
But don't close much, too heavenly far
Can't you see mama I ain't hurting no one
Mama, its just my medicine
Oh mama, its just my medicine
Alright let's have a little fun!
When I say let's fly you say hell high, alright?
Oh let's give this thing a try let's fly, hell high
On earth all way to the sky, let's fly! hell high!
To the fallest depths of the mind let's fly! hell high!
Come through all space [?] let's fly! hell high!Hell high!
Hell high, hell high!
Mama, its just my medicine
Yeah mama, its just my medicine
Its just my medicine, my medicine, oh yeah
Mama, its just my medicine
Oh mama, its just my medicine